5-40 a.m.
Pitch black.
Beach Buoy was up, waiting to go to the beach.
It didn't seem that long ago that he and Another Dog would be sat up at Stubborn Dog Stack already.
Sunrise done.
They reached the car park at 6-22 a.m.
It was blowy.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods as he faffed on readying Another Dog for the beach.
The hoods acted as blinkers, so he didn't see The Rucksack and Rotwieller man cross the car park from the beach.
He would have said Hello if he had.
Some people, like the Rucksack man stick to the same times for their visits, light or not.
A Cyclist rested on the southernmost end of the Promenade wall, looking out to sea.
Finally, Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
It was still twenty minutes to sunrise.
The blowy breeze blew from the south west.
Over in that direction, a large illuminated crane boom was raised high.
It looked like a ride at a theme park or travelling fair.
They headed South.
The Orange glow faded as Sunrise time arrived.
A couple joined the beach to the North with an Excited Dog.
They too began to head South.
"Look up."
Beach Buoy has said to people in the past.
He did this morning.
The splendid sky repaid him.
The climb The Sandy Slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-01 a.m.
He fetched the nearby wobbly driftwood plank.
He set it up carefully.
He sat drinking wobbly coffee on a bit too wobbly driftwood plank.
He noticed that The Sea Serpent was having Gulls over for breakfast.
As guests, not on the menu.
The Sun hadn't shown up for the sunrise.
A broken pinky promise.
Another Dog.
A good friend to have.
They both had a sit and think.
The Excited Dog couple returned North.
The Dog was a small Brown Spaniel.
It must have travelled three beaches for their one, with all it's comings and goings.
All powered by a wagging tail.
Beach Buoy stood.
He returned the driftwood plank to the long grass for next time.
They dropped back down onto the beach.
They continued southwards.
They walked alongside the grey rocks.
The rocks were scattered like a spilt cargo.
A Fisherman headed for the end of the Pier.
Overhead, two Aeroplanes headed South for the winter.
He set up his gear at the Pier end.
One half of Team Muzzled Dog ran by with her Border Collie.
" Morning."
" Hiya."
She returned to the other (walking) half and Muzzled Dog.
They all disappeared into the dunes.
They headed back along the water's edge.
The tide was coming in
It would peak in around three hours.
A Border Collie appeared.
It went to the sea.
Beach Buoy called it.
It came.
It was Team Muzzled Dog's.
It had been lost overnight in the past
Beach Buoy had rang the phone number on the dog's collar in the past,
to have it reunited with the owners .
He held the collar.
A tracker had been fitted.
Just then the lady of Team Muzzled Dog appeared on some dune heights.
" Go get your mam."
The dog had spotted her too.
She couldn't see the Dog's progress even though she was at a height.
Beach Buoy pointed an arm to highlight the Collie's route.
"Thank you!"
A distant wave was added for good luck.
Sea pottery.
A Marmalade Jar.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog drifted up to the strand-line to avoid disturbing shoreline sea birds.
The birds all seemed to be working south like clockwork toys.
Faint sunshine shadows joined them.
The Sun was a shaded cream in colour.
It seemed to turn silver.
More like Moonlight than Sun.
Ten Bossy Crows walked nearby.
They flipped strips of seaweed to see what lay beneath.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team Mick Aston Jumper for a short while.
"Enjoy your day."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the van.
Beach Buoy made a coffee.
Fittingly, the Vicar on the radio had began to play
" Just like Heaven "
by
The Cure.
A Jogger went by.
Both legs were fully tattooed.
He had no need to wear trousers.
A couple reached the top of the Beach Access Ramp.
They wore identical waterproof coats.
They headed back.
Back at base camp.
ZZZZZZZ
Job done.
BEACH BUOY.
